"( smile, smile).Sarina gave me that little nod that tells me I was being a good girl. I know better than to piss her off. I've been in this girly-gir... role for 6 years now, 24/7 and there is no end in sight. Sarina has her revenge, I can't cheat on her anymore and certainly except for a lesbian there aren't too many women that would flirt with me in spike heels and skirt wiggling for all the boys to see. Oh God, do I wiggle, if I don't it's duct tape, saran wrap and a buttplug in the closet. She likes to wear deep neck tops. She wore spectacles which added to her sexiness. On the other hand was Shruti 32 28 30. She had the perfect pair of boobs ever. She was a little dark but cute. She had short hair.While I was thinking about their sexiness, Anjali asked me how much time I need. Surbhi mam along with her husband came to the veranda and was about to leave. Surbhi mam told Anjali to take care of the house and take our test seriously. And they left. Anjali went to drop them. I looked. He had 15 minutes to get to his office. He didn’t want to be late for his appointment with Henry Dunlap, senior partner at his firm. He loved his car, and drove it every day with the top down. At least on days it didn’t rain. It was his black beauty, as he called it. It made him feel alive when he drove it. When he first told his wife he was buying it, she made a half hearted attempt at trying to talk him out of it, but she soon realized how badly he really wanted the convertible. She didn’t. " They threatened you!" How?" Like I said its bikers. Hell's Angels." Oh." Yeah." If we're together..." You'd have to give up everything..." I've got nothing to give up!"Then I realized I had something extremely valuable. Amy let me know."Motherfucker!" screamed Amy and stomped off into the bathroom."Who's that?" asked Bess."Amy Madison. You remember the blonde with the cut on her face?" Yes. We ... oh fuck, what happened?"We let her get fucked by the system. I'm ... She's suing her husband..